Antonia Liro and Charles Steven Jakiela June 24/1912
My grandparents, Antonia Liro and Charles Jakiela met in Palmer Massachusetts most likely while working at one of the textile mills in the area.
Antonia arrived in the United States in 1910 and heading directly to Massachusetts to the home of her sister, Angela and brother in law Joseph Mikula.
Charles arrived in 1906 but his original destination was to Southington Connecticut (South Kingston on his ship manifest) to his uncle, Jan Jakiela. The only record for a Jan Jakiela I could find in Southington was for one who had been arrested for theft. Whatever the case, he ended up in Palmer Massachusetts, perhaps for work.
Record of their marriage #33 on list
They were not there for long after that, as their first son Steven was born on May 11, 1913 in Southington Connecticut. Southington was home to hardware and silver factories and had a large Polish population.
Antonia with my dad John (?) on her lap approximately 1925-26 Polish Falcons Club
They lived in a variety of different rentals in the South Center Street area. He likely worked at the Southington Hardware Company on South Center Street. This is where they were living when Antonia died from complications of pregnancy with her sixth child a few months before their fifteenth wedding anniversary.
Saturday, April 2, 1927 edition of The Journal, Meriden CT
There are so many unanswered stories and questions. How did they meet and fall in love? What did they say when they talked about their future? Why did they move to Southington? What would she have said about her five children as they grew up and raised children of their own? How did Charles handle June 24, 1927 such a short time after she passed away and now he, a widower, with 5 children to raise ages 14, 12, 7, 5, and 3 and every anniversary after that until he died in 1935.
This is a comment I’ve heard so many times in the 23+ years my husband and I have owned our remodeling business (Bencar Building Systems). But for both of us, 95% of the time, it’s been a pleasure!
At the 2022 Record Journal (Meriden CT) Readers Choice awards dinner
We have been married since 1988 and when he decided to strike out on his own in 1999, I knew he would need help and that people would expect a person to be there answering the phone. How else are you going to get business. Big leap of faith, but sometimes I have it in me!
So after a day of working together, we go home to each other! There were days I liked my boss better than my husband and some days couldn’t wait to go home to my husband, but we always work it out.
We spend all weekend together too! We both have our own interests but he’s definitely the one person I see the most.
In 1950, my dad was 26 years old, living with his older brother, sister-in-law, and their 2 boys, and working as a house painter.
It was early October and the New York Yankees, defending champions, were in the world series against the Philadelphia Phillies. The Yankees were up 3 games to none and game 4 was on October 7, 1950, at 2:05 pm with Whitey Ford on the mound.
Since my dad’s beloved New York Dodgers were out with an 89-65-1 record, there wasn’t much left for him to cheer about but that never stopped him from watching a game. He just loved baseball and that day was his lucky day.
His brother Steve asked him to drive him and his friends to the game so they could have a few drinks without worrying about driving home and as payment, he would give him a ticket to the game. How could he resist!?
They all saw Whitey Ford, “Chairman of the Board”, emphatically shut the door on the Phillies season pitching 8.2 innings, giving up 7 hits, 2 runs, 1 base on balls, and 7 strikeouts and a 5-2 Yankees win to repeat as World Series Champions.
I think my dad had a very special relationship with his oldest brother, Steve because when their father Charles Jakiela died, Steve was 23 and my dad just turning 11. Steve and Eddie (21) were born before their dad went into WWI, and Helen (15), Walter (13), and my dad were born after. If you want a look back, here is the story of my dear grandmother, Antonia Liro Jakiela. Steve became my dad’s surrogate father and certainly helped to make my dad the wonderful dad he was to us.
This picture was always a favorite of mine on display at my father-in-law Paul Reinhart’s home in California. You can check out my first story about him here and there will be more to come. But this one is the best and it’s in his own words because it was his first win! So I’ll let Paul tell the story….
I’ve gone through driving school and had run Stockton (California), without much success. We finished Saturday and lost the coil Sunday. Never again left the key in the ignition so it can be left on. Entered Cotati (Raceways, California) and it was highly promoted and big entry list. We all belonged to N.C.C.A. (North California Corvette Association), one of the first and largest corvette clubs in the country. This club decided to promote a charity race. The charity was cerebral palsy and to get the crowd out, it was decided to get a big star as a trophy girl. For a sum of money, we got Jayne Mansfield.
Program from the event
The club was well organized and did a wonderful job promoting. Placards and handbills were everywhere. Every Corvette from the north was there – Ray Altman, Sandy Greenblatt, Bill Sherwood, Bob Eagleson, Neil Schraeder, Danny Raffetto, Red Faris, and probably Dave MacDonald from the south. Dave had been labeled a cheater at Stockton so he was going to show it was no fluke. There were others.
I was still driving my ’57 to the races, so it was street driven every day with a full windshield and bumpers. With all that weight we were not competitive yet so Saturday we were about sixth and hoping to finish about there Sunday.
As the Sunday race got started, I was running sixth and seventh and holding my own, but as the forty-minute race unfolded, one by one of the front runners broke or spun. Here I am leading and trying not to screw up. Against that competition, this street-driven Corvette won.
It was a big moment for me, even though Jayne Mansfield taking the victory lap made it special. We kissed for the photographers and the crowd loved it.
He’s got eyes for her but she’s got eyes for the camera!
In those days as now, the Corvette race was as big as the main event itself. It was probably the largest amateur event to date on the West Coast so it got a lot of ink. It also made me realize that I could run with these guys. it was the beginning of a run of wins and near wins.
What a treasure to read stories in his own words. He never bragged but he was always happy to share if we asked!
I started this story over a year ago. I’m not sure it’s made me feel any
better but it’s an unburdening of sorts because we all just put on brave faces
during those 9 weeks. Nine weeks. They go by in the blink of an eye these days but in 1987 it felt like 9 years.
My mother died on Saturday, April 4, 1987, one day before her 65th birthday. It was between 8:30 and 9am. I was sitting on her bed with her and I noticed she’d stop breathing for a couple of beats and then start again. I called for my father to come and let him stay with her while I called my aunts to let them know it was going to be very soon. I’m sure I called my sisters too. I left to pick up my Aunt Tootsie so my parents could be together.
I have debated with myself about the amount of detail for this post. I decided to keep it brief.
We all went with my father to select her casket and plan the funeral. Father Merusi, one of our former priests, who was now in Meriden, requested to perform the mass as he knew my mother well from the Mother’s Circle club and working on and chairing the church Bazaar. The wake was on Monday night and the funeral was on Tuesday morning at Holy Trinity Church in Wallingford. It was very beautiful and for many years I kept the sign-in book and all the cards that we received. I found it comforting to read how people felt about her.
Something very frustrating at the wake was to hear her friends or acquaintances say: “Oh, you know I’d see her at the store and say Hi and she didn’t even acknowledge me”. Or people she worked with in a small office said: “She would fall asleep at her desk during work”. People, if someone is acting strange, find a way to say something to someone!
There was one notable moment for me when the limousine pulled up to the church. Just before we opened the door to exist my father said, “Now I don’t want anyone crying”. It stunned me. I thought “You can’t tell us that!”. I was dry-eyed through the ceremony until I saw my sister’s friend. I don’t know why, but I started sobbing and wasn’t able to stop until we exited the church. Knowing now about my father’s childhood, I’m fairly certain it was what he heard as a soon-to-be 11-year-old boy from his older brother when they buried their father in 1935 after a hit-and-run accident as he walked along Route 5. It must have been so traumatic for him.
After the funeral, we had a gathering at VFW in Wallingford. From there, I recall my father and I going home and some relatives came to the house. He entertained them but I immediately changed into my workout clothes and dashed out of the house to go to the fitness center where I was a member and had gone every night during these 9 weeks. I was ready to and had to, get back to “normal” life.
I read Jhumpa Lahiri’s Unaccustomed Earth last month and there was a short story about a mother’s death from cancer after being ill for a number of years. The young man talked of his grandparents arriving from India and breaking down when they realize their daughter is no longer alive. “….grieving freshly for my mother as neither my father nor I had done. Being with her through her illness day after day had denied us that privilege.”
This passage was like a punch in the nose. I felt guilty for being relieved that I could just be again, because that meant, in my mind, I was relieved my mother had died. I didn’t see it as she was free from suffering, I saw it as I no longer had to take care of her. She’d already left me and I’d already done my mourning when she was diagnosed. When the time came to really mourn her with all her friends and relatives, it was too late. It had passed. I had moved on.
The bright spot going forward was the vacation I had to postpone when she stopped eating was coming up in three weeks! I was all set. I was going with my friend Cindy and my plan was to bring a bunch of books and spend the week lying on the beach reading! HA – little did I know my mother had other plans for me…..!
Hammonasset Beach was one of our favorite places to camp – especially after Labor Day!
We’d go online and reserve our spot for Beach Road for a late September trip. The campgrounds would be nearly deserted, the crowds of the summer, long gone.
The beach was so close, it was easy to get a sunrise or sunset, which anyone who knows me, knows is something I can’t pass up! I just had to stay until that sun dropped below the horizon, taking picture after picture.
Cody, Jessie, and Char would invent games to play, watch their dads fish, or just run along the beach until they were worn out.
Every night there was a campfire with marshmallows and we’d all be bundled up because it was getting cold at night! But our campers kept us all so snuggly and warm throughout the night – until that sun popped over the horizon.
As Cody got older, it was difficult to get a weekend away between sports. We finally sold the camper but I think we all remember our Hammonasset Beach Road weekends.
Where were we? Oh yes, we left off on my mother’s first night home from the hospital. We moved a bed down to the dining room and set it up for her until my dad got a hospital bed for her.
The next morning, my Aunt Tootsie and Auntie Edna showed up to begin their weekday routine. They would sit working on their crafts, cleaning, making food for my mother, and making us dinner. They knew each other superficially; Aunt Tootsie was my mother’s sister and Auntie Edna was my father’s sister-in-law. My mother and Auntie Edna loved to drive around town hitting tag (garage) sales on the weekend.
Aunt Bea (by marriage), mom, Aunt Tootsie, Grammy seated
My dad and I went off to our jobs knowing my mother was in good hands. I loved my job at Channel 8 so much, it helped me put everything else out of my mind. My boss and friends were so kind about what I was going through.
My dad and I developed a routine of dinner together, then I’d head out to Spa Lady in North Haven for my workout, and when I came home, my dad would head down to the VFW. He came home before 10, and we’d get my mom ready for bed. Gail would come over to help and visit in the evenings too. She and my dad both worked at Gaylord Hospital so they would talk about people they knew.
It became apparent early on that my mother wasn’t going to be mobile for very long. I had to help her to the bathroom when I was home but not realizing how weak she was, I lost grip and bang her head into the wall a couple of times! She would laught and say “it’s ok!” while I was apologizing profusely! It wasn’t long before she was bedridden and using a commode. You don’t realize how capable you are until you have to take care of someone in this way. The first time, I might have gagged and freaked out a little. The second and beyond, no big deal.
I realized it was a small blessing that my boyfriend and I broke up in October. He lived in Hamden and I spent all my time there. If I had still been all wrapped up with him, I’m not sure what my attitude or reaction to all of this change would have been. He was still the first person I called from the hospital though when we got my mother’s diagnosis. I knew he still cared about me and I needed someone to talk to. I knew if I called him for anything during these next months, he’d be there to help me out.
Throughout the 2 months that she was sick, a visiting nurse came to the house 3 times a week. It was comforting to have her come over. A very strange thing happened one time she was there. She was checking my mother out and my mother reached out and rubbed her stomach. Come to find out she was pregnant but not showing yet! How did my mother know?
On weekends, we’d sit with her watching tv and I guess I cooked for the three of us! I definitely don’t remember. I’d go out with my friends either Friday or Saturday especially when Janice came down from Massachusetts because she’d stay overnight. I’d be out very late – I’ll leave it at that!
So diagnosis date was January 31, 1987 and we were advised by the nurse that we’d know the final stage when my mother stopped eating. Well, that happened on a Sunday in March and it must have been March 15th because I was heading to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in New Haven. Oh, I tried to make her eat! It was like trying to feed an infant who didn’t want to eat but without the crying (ok, I was), and head shaking. I just could not get her to eat. How long can someone go without eating? Long enough if they are still drinking fluids, which she was.
t was quite the afternoon and evening at the parade. These were the days when you could walk out of the bar with a drink and watch the parade!
But I had a decision to make. I was scheduled to go on a vacation with five other girls to Jamaica in a couple of weeks! It was a trip planned before she got sick. There was no doubt in my mind that I would cancel the trip. It would have been foolish to go and expect every minute to get a phone call telling me she had died. I was selfish at times but not that much! Another friend was trying to join our trip so we decided to wait until after my mother passed away and go together. It was a fateful decision.
I’m going to leave off here and pick up in another post – soon, I promise.
We heard on the news today that 2023 is the 70th anniversary of the corvette.
It’s bittersweet because my father in law Paul Reinhart, who passed away in October of 2022, was one of the original corvette racers in California starting in the 50s.
That might be a little exaggeration but considering his track record and love for the corvette it’s not too far from the truth.
Paul racing his restored Z06 at Laguna Seca
Over the years he raced a 1957 corvette, the sixth 1963 Z06 off the line in St. Louis, a Genie MK 10B, back to his original Z06 that he found and restored, and then back to a 1957 he restored to resemble his original. He raced in vintage races until the age of 86. I will confirm all the dates and ages as I tell more about this incredible man and his racing.
After his death in California, we boxed up all his racing memorabilia and shipped it back to Connecticut and it’s now been sorted and filed until we decide what to do with it. I think his stories need to be told.
Just the corvette books!
He was nominated in 2013 to the Corvette Hall of Fame in Bowling Green Kentucky but unfortunately he didn’t get in. His 1957 restored car is there though on loan from the current owner and his
He married Mark’s mother in 1963, the years Mark turned five. I met him in 1987 when I moved out to California. He listened more than talked unless it was about racing! That’s how you could draw him out.
I’d like to share his story with you. I hope you come along for the ride!
I met someone in a Facebook group with the Posluszny surname. We chatted a little and with some of the information she gave me, I went down the ancestry rabbit hole for her.
I found a few inconsistencies in the information she gave me, matched my census findings with newspaper articles, and typed it up and emailed it to her.
She was thankful for the information I sent over, but she was not very receptive to the potential corrections to her family stories! So I just said, “you’re welcome” and will move on.
This morning, I read a post from a family history blog I follow and the writer uncovered some really interesting – and not all sunshine and roses – information about an ancestor that was pretty fascinating and it took some work to find it.
Our families are our families, warts and all. Some of the stories from the Jakiela side of my family were crazy and the skeletons in the Posluszny closet are a little shocking. But uncovering them sometimes puts the stories into perspective.
My previous post was about my mother, Betty, about her life growing up and how she lived. This one is about her and what I remember. Most of the time period I’m talking about here is from the early 60s through 1987 when she died.
Betty and John 1987
My mother was casual. She didn’t have jobs where she had to wear business clothes. She didn’t wear jeans (I don’t think she ever had a pair?!), but she wore comfortable clothes. She wore dresses to church every week along with a hat until we didn’t have to wear them anymore. In our 20s, my dad would give us money to go Christmas shopping for clothes for her. I think we did a pretty good job! We would find pants and nice tops and sweaters. She always seemed happy to get them and wore them so I guess she did! I liked doing that.
My mother didn’t wear makeup. She probably had some 20-year-old stuff hanging around and I remember one time Janice put it on her when she was going out. That must be why I have no idea (or think I have no idea) how to put it on!
My mother was LOUD! When we were young and playing in the neighborhood, she would WHISTLE for us. Like dogs! And you could hear it from just about any area of the circle (picture houses in the middle and the street is a circle around them). So embarrassing.! And when she went to football or basketball games when we were in high school her yell was so loud! My sisters and I of course, now are probably just as loud as she was!
My mother was friendly. When she went to track meets, I remember kids sitting with her and talking and she was always friendly to them. In my teenage brain I’d be saying “ugh”, but looking back, she set that example for us. I think all three of us are very comfortable and interested in what young people have to say.
My mom was involved in our school working at book sales, as part of the Mothers Circle at church, as part of the Mother of Twins Club, and with our Brownie and Girl Scout troops. But she didn’t get involved with any sports politics or try to ingratiate herself with any coaches (ok, only cheerleading coach), and when I felt the need to defend myself or my sister she was fine with it.
My dad would take us on walks or bike rides on Sundays around town to give her some time alone. I’m sure she never had to suggest it, he was more than willing, but I’m sure she really appreciated it! I imagine we three were pretty exhausting.
SHE WAS A READER! I feel like that deserves all caps. She had more books and magazines than even I have ever had! There were 2 bookcases at her childhood home on Clifton Street full of books that I’m sure were all hers. She was a member of the Readers Digest Condensed Books program with 4 books a year and each contained 4-5 books. Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, and other teenage girl book series were on those shelves! I think some might have been above our reading maturity level, but we read them anyway and she didn’t stop us! She subscribed to 3 or 4 magazines a month that were collected on the end tables through the year(s). She would buy years worth of National Geographic magazines at tag sales. She just loved the written word. I can clearly see her sitting at the table for breakfast with a book in her lap, drinking her coffee, and eating toast. There was never a book or magazine not by her side.
She and her siblings stayed close both in their physical locations and by gathering together. They all continued to live in Wallingford and raise their families and we always got together for Christmas, Easter, and kids’ birthday parties. I’m glad they did that. It could have gone a lot differently because of the age difference in all the kids, but with her niece (Judy) having her first child (Ann) only one year after us twins, it gave them all a new connection. She was particularly close to Aunt Tootsie who was like her second mother and Uncle Connie who was unmarried until the early 1960s when she married Auntie Ann who had 2 adult children and they lived right next to Kendrick Park so we so them very often stopping in for his delicious baked treats!
She was a good woman and a good mother and she lead by example rather than telling us what to do and how we should be as we grew up. I think that sticks more than words!
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